Tess read the code, then read it again. Bram’s grin spread slowly beneath his gray mustache. “You wicked old gull,” he said. Elias raised a finger. “No damage. No threats. No touching their boats.” “Just work,” Tess said. “Honest, wonderful work.”
They spent two hours building the plan on napkins, tide charts, and the back of a chowder menu. The details mattered— wind direction, start time, equipment placement, and posting notices. Cameras were to be expected, but they’d provide useful witnesses. The revenge, Elias knew, had to look like labor.